Howie Good
The Osprey
Coming
out of the sun,
it passes
with steady,
languid
wingbeats
over the marsh,
clutching
in its claws
a fish
that must be
astonished
to be flying.
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
Coming
out of the sun,
it passes
with steady,
languid
wingbeats
over the marsh,
clutching
in its claws
a fish
that must be
astonished
to be flying.
Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.